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The other day I received my (free!) introductory copy of Parents magazine. It was bundled with a few promotional pieces, including this one:

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Let’s take a closer look at that middle ad, for a free nursing cover (prior to 2005, they were called receiving blankets).

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For the record: I’m all for breastfeeding. In fact, I used to do it myself and I can tell you, every single time I popped my nursing bra open, I made damn sure I had my Bump-It in and my sparkly stilettos on. And then I perched on my pale green nursing chaise longue and made bedroom eyes at the corner of the room.

See, that’s our dirty little secret: Motherhood really *is* terribly glamorous.

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20130109-070819.jpgBaboo (not his real name) is rendered slack-jawed by the TV. We don’t let him sit and watch it, but he catches a glimpse now and then as he’s being carried through to another room. Sometimes his entire body starts vibrating, like he can’t physically handle what his bitty little eyes are taking in.

The American Pediatric Association recommends that children under two watch no TV at all. They have no policy on how much time babies should or shouldn’t spend with their parents’ smartphones and tablets, but one assumes the recommendation would be similarly strict. (Farhad Manjoo, my favorite tech writer and quite a smart person, has written eloquently in favor of limited screen time.)

My issue with the TV is more one of quality time than moral fiber. The baby sleeps 12 hours a night and takes two or three naps totaling, on average, four hours. So he’s awake for roughly eight hours a day. Subtract time for eating, diaper changes and getting ready for naps and bed. Subtract more time for running errands with me. Subtract a bit more for me carrying him around as I move the laundry along or head upstairs for the eighth time because I once again forgot to bring down the whozit. Or the whatzit.

I’m not a big math person, but I know that doesn’t leave tons of time to just play. And I don’t need silly math to know that — every day, I feel like I fight the rising tide of housework to get one-on-one time to play with the baby, or watch him play, or read to him, or let him plunk on a keyboard.

And yet, he gets screen time almost daily, because my mother-in-law lives in India and we Skype with her. She was here for an extended visit shortly after Baboo was born, and left when he was nearly six months old. Often, because of the time difference and scheduled power outages on her end, we Skype as I feed the baby his breakfast.

A few weeks ago, we had Avva up (grandma) on the iPad and she said, “clap, clap.” And Baboo started clapping. I was flabbergasted. 10 months old, and interacting with a person on a screen.

Surely that’s not going to stunt his intellectual development.

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Cheater’s Chai

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A while back, in another lifetime, I posted a chai recipe. More recently, I came across a $4 packet of chai masala at an Asian grocery (Jay International, to be precise). I suppose I could mix up my own batch of ground black pepper, cardamom, clove and ginger, but why should I bother when experts have already done it for me?

Here’s what to do once you get your mitts on some of this lovely stuff.

1. Put 1/4 to 1/2 tsp. of the spice mix in a mug.
2. Add a heaping teaspoon of sugar and a tea bag.
3. Fill 2/3 of the way up with cold water.
4. Microwave for however long you usually zap your tea. Or add boiling water in step 3.
5. Add milk, stir, let sit a bit, remove teabag, and enjoy.

Note: The spice mix will mostly settle to the bottom, but if tiny bits of spice in your beverage irks you, pour your tea through a fine mesh strainer before you drink it.

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Those Frenchies make it look so easy — but notice, they’re also pushing umbrella strollers.

A few days back I wrote about the Hell that is air travel with a baby. I’d like to transform that experience into something positive for anyone who’s foolish enough to do the same. Herewith, my tips for making travel with a baby more bearable. Note: I’m only using “he” because that’s what my baby is.

1. Bring your baby’s lovey/bedtime buddy/security blanket. Even if he doesn’t sleep, the presence of an object he associates with being calm will help when he’s stressed or exhausted. There were a few times I gave Ned to Baboo and I could feel him relax in my arms. (The baby, not the bear.)

2. Bring Benadryl and Tylenol (or Ibuprofen). The former to not only help make the kid drowsy, if you choose to do that, but in case he has an allergic reaction to something. The latter in case he’s teething or gets a big bump that would benefit from some pain relief. Note that over-the-counter liquid meds *are* subject to the 3-1-1 rule, so you’ll need to put them in a smaller container.

3. Bring new toys. The sillier and more intriguing, the better. Even when he was flailing himself about due to exhaustion, Baboo loved the blinky light-up penguin pin my mother wore. It changed colors. Oooooooo!

4. Bring one or two absolute favorite toys. Similarly to the lovey, these have the potential to make the kiddo happy when he’s at the end of his rope. Old friends! All is not lost!

5. Seriously, bring two people to help you. It’s just… Good.

6. Ditch the diaper bag for a backpack. Excellent advice I received from a former coworker. It’s easier to organize, transport and deal with when you’re stuck for hours in a tin can and need to be highly mobile before and after that. It hangs really nicely on the back of a stroller, too. Just remember to lift it off before you pick up the baby if you don’t want the stroller upended.

7. Use gallon Ziploc bags to organize the diaper backpack. One for diaper stuff, one for feeding stuff, one for a change of clothes, a bunch of spares for soiled clothes, used bottles, and poopy diapers (you want to be nice to other travelers, right?). Before you go through security, you can use one to sequester your diaper bag liquids and gels so you don’t get lectured by a snotty TSA agent whilst juggling a baby and all his stuff and your shoes. Yes, this happened to me, and then they didn’t go through my diaper bag. Okaaaay…

8. Bring an umbrella stroller. Prior to this trip, we only had one of those behemoths that’s great for around the neighborhood, but extremely cumbersome for journeys of any length. You’ll use this to transport your kid through the airport (you can gate-check it) as well as to take him on soothing walks once you get to your destination. We have this one and love it.

9. Bring all his sleep aids (in your carry-on, duh). For us, this meant packing a noise machine, the spare Ned, and a ridiculously heavy projection mobile. It also meant Baboo went down for naps like a happy little angel straight from Heaven.

10. If your kid will be sleeping in a pack-and-play at your destination, practice at home for a few weeks before you go. I cannot tell you the peace of mind this gave me. I started in his room, moved him to our room, and even took him to my mom’s the week before we left. It was mildly stressful for him, but better that than highly stressful later on when we’re all supposed to be having holiday fun.

11. If your baby is on solids, rejoice: Baby food now comes in squeeze-out pouches! They ain’t cheap, but they’re damned convenient, and largely organic. If you wanted, I suppose you could also make your own using these or something similar.

12. Antibacterial wipes. Call me paranoid, see if I care: Airplane tray tables are dens of horror, bacterially speaking. So are the armrests. And the window shades. And guess what babies love to do? Touch! Everything! And then put their fingers in their mouths! Wheeeeeee!

13. Get Ye a cart cover. Again, call me paranoid, I don’t care. If a $25 piece of finely tailored polyester prevents my kid from getting sick while we’re grocery shopping and traveling, well then spank my bottom and call me happy. Bonus: It works on changing tables and high chairs, too.

14. If your baby is on formula and you don’t want to buy one more piece of junk you’ll only use twice, make your own single-serve formula packs. Snip the corner off a sandwich-size Ziploc baggie, fold the corner up and tape it down. Seal it well, of course, and fold one end of the tape under to make a little tab. Open the top and put in enough formula for your baby’s most common feeding. Seal carefully, buy a bottle of room-temperature water from a newsstand, add the amount of water you need, take the tape tab off, stick the baggie funnel in the bottle mouth, open the top of the baggie, carefully shake in the formula, and off you go. Sounds cumbersome, and yes you could put the formula in the empty bottle, but then you’d never get the formula lumps off the bottom of that bottle, now would you? What’s, that you say your baby won’t take room-temperature bottles? Maybe you should practice getting him to do so before you fly. Also: flight attendants will happily warm and rinse bottles for you.

15. Dedicate a carry-on to essential baby stuff. Sleep aids, extra food, bottles and formula, another change of clothes for the baby, a fresh shirt for you (I know someone who spent half a transatlantic flight in an overcoat and no shirt because Junior got pukey), your spare bedtime buddy. Because anything can happen when you travel, and wouldn’t you rather be prepared than have a screaming baby on your hands?

16. Ask if there’s a family/medical security lane. Larger airports seem to have them, and they will save you time and stress.

Well, happy trails, my silly friends. And remember the most important travel tip of all: Keep breathing and try to laugh as much as possible. Air travel is absurd, but it can also be amusing.

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Après le Nap

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The scene when I walked in to get the baby: Up on his knees, playing with his mobile (upper left corner), and telling me all about how much fun he was having. And me responding by laughing.

That sheet is supposed to be snugly tucked around the mattress, not bunched up like a blanket.

The other sock is on the floor under the crib, pretty much directly under Ned the bear. (He is my baby’s bedtime buddy; his little world would surely collapse if he could no longer suck Ned’s ears as he fell asleep.)

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Baby Baboo’s mop in utero.

Whenever I see a bald baby, I start to twitch with envy. Invariably, the parent of the bald baby has the same reaction to my baby’s Bieberesque ‘do and we end up saying how jealous we are of each other’s infant hair situation.

I’ll admit Baboo’s hair makes him look like a teensy rock star. (You’ll have to take my word on this since I don’t post photos of him here.) It’s long, but not quite long enough to stay tucked behind his ears. So I put a bobby pin in one side (he wears a deep side part). Then I spend the day putting the pin back in whenever it slips or he pulls it out. Which is at least a dozen times a day. I’d count, but that would be inviting madness.

And let me tell you: He does not like having that thing put in. I swear I’m very careful not to poke him, but if he sees it coming, he starts kvetching up a storm. So I often swoop down on him from behind and sneak the pin back in just after I set a few Cheerios on his high chair tray.

Then there’s the combing, which happens at least twice a day. Baby hair, if you are unfamiliar, is very fine and therefore prone to tangling, especially during naps and overnight. Because babies do a lot of physical work to go to sleep, or at least mine does. He tosses himself about getting comfortable and then he rolls around and smooshes his little face into the mattress until it’s time to get up. And if he has a cold, guess what’s in his hair when he wakes up? BOOGERS! That are also stuck to his face! And his hair!

I can hear you all thinking: Give that baby a haircut, you silly woman! I’ve been dying to, for months. But we are adhering to a Hindu tradition of not cutting the baby’s hair until he’s 11 months old. Happily, that milestone is less than two weeks away, and you can bet your boots I’ll be writing about the blessed event in this space.

Until then, though, I’m on hair wrangling duty. And doing my best to convince the baby that his name is not, “Look at that hair!”

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